THE ORIGIN POEM in english - The Zen Meditation Hall behind Broken Hill Temple by Chang Jian
First rays of morning sunlight, Stream through lofty bamboo groves. I enter the old temple, following the path To where the meditation hall is hidden deep beneath the flowering trees. As mountain scenes invite the song of birds, Images in the pond empty the human mind. Everything has vanished now into the heart of silence, Except the sounding of bell and chime.
